3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low.

Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief;
e If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

-5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost?
o But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
-6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
• My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
C. M. Plymouth. [b]

Complaint under Temptations.
TOW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?

H

When shall I feel those heav'nly rays,
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fi'ry darts.

o 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield;
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
If I become his prey?

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

• 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrours of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

o 7 Thou wilt display that sov❜reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be sung.]

PSALM 14. C. M. 1ST PART.

1

Walsal. [b]

By Nature all Men are Sinners.
NOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say,

FOOL
"That all religion's vain;

"There is no God who reigns on high,
"Or minds th' affairs of men.'

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man who sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same:

There's none who fears his Maker's hand;
There's none who loves his name.

5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root,
In ev'ry heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground.

C. M. SECOND PART.

Plymouth.

Walsal. [b]

The Folly of Persecutors.

[ARE sinners now so senseless, grown,
That they the saints devour?

And never worship at thy throne,

Nor fear thine awful pow'r.

2 Great God, appear, to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hopes to shame.

e 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

d

That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.

o 4 O that the joyful day were come,

To finish our distress!

• When God shall bring his children home,
Our songs shall never cease.]

PSALM 15. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Character of a Citizen of Zion.

1 [WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
1 [W
WH
O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with pious hands?
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord!
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:

This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.]

L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]

Duties to God and Man; or, the CHRISTIAN.
THO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?

-The man who minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below.

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean;
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue:
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honour'd in his eyes.]

4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]
5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those who curse him to his face;" -And does to all men still the same

That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:-
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM 16. L. M. FIRST PART. Shoel. [b]
Good works profit Men, not God.

e 1

PRES

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need,
For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to thee,

e 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest,
How empty and how poor I am;

My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name:

-3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;

These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose tho'ts and language are divine.

L. M. SECOND PART. Green's. [*]
Christ's All-sufficiency.

[OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,

'H Whittle to suck some idol god;

I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jesus his best beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right:
And be his name forever blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.
4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd,
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.]

L.M. THIRD PART. Moreton. Quercy. [*]

* Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resurrection.

1W His arm is my almighty prop;

THEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,

o Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue,
e My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head;
Yet gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave,
-3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

o 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below,)
Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place.

C. M. FIRST PART. Abridge. Barby. [*
V.1-3.-Support and Counsel from Goil.
AVE me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place;

SA

Though all the good which I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by't;

The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.]